Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 44-2] Reunion of Tragedy

I don't know how long I've been in a standby position brandishing weapons. My hands began to tingle with the weight of the revolver, which was mixed with tension.

Melt of cold sweat follows out of the pores, which may also be pumped by an irregular heartbeat in the chest cavity.

Under these conditions, I re-entered the world of silence. Encouraged by the adrenaline that rises, because of the turmoil of negative feelings that do not thicken. Slowly but surely, I began to be able to feel the position, posture, distance, along with the target of the shot, where this bullet would be lodged appropriately.

For a moment I realized. Margo's unique abilities seem to be improving. I can feel more detail when I am in a world of silence.

I took a deep breath and held him in the chest, as soon as I could determine the location of the target I was about to shoot. Although, honestly there is a lump of doubt.

I was silent in a world of silence, with doubt slowly eroding away. Collecting determination until it is gathered round in the mind. Until it no longer shakes on its index finger touching the trigger. Ready wholeheartedly to open fire.

"Margo on! Are you that, Mr Margo?"

That voice, here's the accent. I think I know who the owner is. If it is true he is, then a gunfight is not worthwhile, it can be avoided.

"Are you, Mr Mashet?"

There was the sound of laughter from the thick of tall bushes.

"Let your gun down, Mr. Margo. You're afraid you're gonna shoot me, because it's soaring fun."

I follow his orders. Save the revolver again, after securing its hitter.

The man in the brown safari shirt came out, from behind a bush not far from where he was aiming. We hugged each other for a moment and talked to each other. Removing kangen, because about a month we both did not meet.

Behind the bushes, it turned out that there was a circle of vacant land, with tents and bonfires burning up to fill it. Hanging the pot over the flame, which gives off the aroma of tea when the lid is opened.

"It just so happens that we can meet here, Mr. Margo." The mustachioed man rolled up it gave me a cup of tea that was still hot.

"Yes, I am so grateful to have met you. A good coincidence, in the midst of a misleading jungle."

Mr. Masht laughed. Patting my shoulders sitting next to each other looking at the bonfire ahead. I didn't expect this forest to be so warm.

"You're here alone, sir? What about your other hunting buddies?" I asked, after sipping a little tea in the cup.

"Oh, I did deliberately not invite them, because the hunting target this time requires high expertise. Can't just anyone do it." Mr. Mashet sipped his tea. "Ah, I forgot. I have biscuits in my tent."

The man, dressed in a brown safari, entered the green triangle-shaped tent after placing his cup in front of the campfire.

I waited for the Good Lord, while watching around, who looked rather creepy, due to the glare of the campfire light.

From what I've observed, it looks like he's been here a long time. Maybe a few days, before the arrival of the Andapala Fleet.

Great also the ship he was riding. Can catch us who go first. Perhaps because the vehicle rides, more use the power of the giyeni push, rather than using the help of sails on the mast of the ship.

"Oh yes, Mr. Mashet. Why are you camping here? As far as I'm near the beach, not far from here, there's a nice cheap inn - info from merchants and touts on the beach - or if you want, I can share a room with you."

Silent for a moment, even though I heard a metallic sound clashing. Maybe the cookie container that is trying to open.

"That's the habit of hunters, Mr. Margo. And, thank you for your kindness. But I really need to apologize. It seems that the offer should be rejected with a heavy heart. My hunting time will soon be over, and I must return to Kalopa as soon as possible."

Too bad. If he wants to, I have a roommate who is not boring. But it is also great that he, for a man of more than half a century, can camp alone in the middle of the wilderness.

I turned towards the wall of bushes on the left side, when I heard the rustling of leaves, from a squirrel on the flesh of a tree. It turns out that from here, it looks quite clear the outside of the forest, with the path misleading him.

The angle and scope of vision are good, to be able to know the conditions behind the bushes. The right hiding place ....

Waitaminute! Even from here it is clearly visible, a squirrel climbing a tree, outside a tall fence of bushes. But why pack that mustache ....

I looked back, because suddenly the fur was sitting on the nape of the bristles.

From the curtain of the tent. I saw a circle of dark blue eyes. Staring at me without a blink, with a wide beam of light. A few inches below that crowned mystic black mustache, a wide grin unfolded, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The tall figure dressed in safari, suddenly crashing full of energy. Looks very lustful, to stick a knife in the grip of his hand, which is designed to be lifted ready to hit deep.

I finally realized, about what Mashet's target with his second-edged knife, suddenly jumped in shock to the side. To finally fall half lying down, with the arms and elbows left as a pedestal.

Along with the effort to save himself, I reflexively threw a ceramic container, which still contained steaming hot tea.

The swipe of the tall man spun in mid-air, to change position, and brushed off the cup, which I thrust towards him.

"What are you doing!? You're crazy, aren't you!?" Breath hunting.

Mashet stood up, then took a handkerchief in his pocket, to wipe his face affected by the splash of tea. So relaxed, as if not feeling the heat that stung his skin.

"I told you, didn't I. I came here to hunt. Killing wild animals, which I had targeted before. And, lucky me. The beast came alone here, without having me lure it first."

Waita minute! Whatdoes thatmean? So, what he wants to hunt is me? How come? Friendly people and as good as him, it is impossible to do such a cruel deed. This must be a joke. Prank junk for content in Uncup.

"Hahaha .. I know you're just kidding, right. Mr. Mashet I know wouldn't do this."

The tall man started to walk closer. Unplug the knife in a piece of cloth, which is coiled in the thigh. For the next he plays very agile on the sidelines of the fingers.

"Hahaha .. of course, Mr. Margo. Of course." I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when her thin hands snapped."Of course I'm not kidding."

Almost I'm mam*pus. The sharp end of the knife was only a few centimeters away, before hitting the batok of my head. It was fortunate that I was able to roll away, before dying at the hands of that madman.

"Ah, what a pity. You really are a hard prey to conquer, Mr. Margo. Pitying, like a pimple on the tip of the nose." Mashet took his knife which stuck in the ground. "If you did not suddenly leave Kalopa, then of course I would not have to bother sailing here, using a fast boat that only makes nausea. A month ago, my job was done. Kill you and the stubborn boy, then burn your house to cover the tracks."

Last day in Kalopa. So the drigen he was carrying at the time was actually filled with oil, and the eccentric moustache went up the hill, aiming to kill me.

Goddamnit! I was completely fooled by his kind demeanor, which covered up his pure demonic nature.

"Enough, Mr. Mashet! I don't know what your purpose is to kill me, but I warn you! I don't hesitate against an old man like you!"

He laughed at my words. "Against me? What's it wearing, Mr Margo? I know you're very good at shooting. Harua I admit that, because you were really able to press, and made me hesitate to shoot, even though my position was more profitable. However, I doubt you can face me in a close combat like this."

At first, I was confused by what he said. However, when I hit a pair of revolvers in his hand, I finally understood why this body has felt lighter since then when moving. He's been picking up my gun since when.

Our distance is only a few meters. The old spiral whisker took a swing, after emptying the bullet cylinder, then threw it in any direction.

He lowered his body position, while both hands holding a knife, were raised high past his shoulders.

For a moment. The sinister-ringing man squeezed his feet to lunge. Strong powerful movement, like not a parent aged half a century more.

I surged to the side, as his right hand tried to argue against my stomach. But, in that split second, he turned his body in mid-air, in order to beat up the knife in his left hand.

A pair of buckles attached to intersect broken, following the incision cut lengthwise on the side of the abdomen. I screamed out in such intense agonizing pain.

Shaking my footrest made it difficult for me to run immediately, to stay away from the latent danger of the killer.

The old man rolled over, and immediately stood up in a position ready to lung. His pus-like eyes were clinging to a creepy grin that was getting wider. The figure of the god of death in his bloodthirsty background.

"To-please .. don't go ahead with this, sir. I-I know you're a good o-person, so ...."

"Hahaha .. don't judge a book by its cover, Mr. Margo. I'm not who you think I am. Before becoming the Maschet I am now, I was an assassin, living in a pool of blood every second. It's not fun if you want to know."

My steps receded. The breath was breathless, tired of enduring the pain, from the huge wound I kept pressing down on my hand. Meanwhile, Mashet was still unmoved in a threatening position. As if not worried about our distance increasing.

"Why are you doing this then?"

"Because of you, Mr. Margo. My magical life was disturbed by your coming to Kalopa. My past is coming back, because there are people who don't like you. Ordered me to finish you off without a remnant."

Damnit damnit! Then this incident was caused by a jerk who didn't like me. Wh who? One person who could do it. Hargo Guter. The captain of the Andapala fleet. That's what one can think of.

"We'll end this as soon as possible, sir. I've missed Miss Crete's sweet voice. I hope you don't take this as a personal matter, because honestly, I like chatting with you. So, please now you stay sweet there, and let me kill you."

He's lunging fast. In that instant, a world of silence instantly appeared. Provides absolute calm, which allows me to find a way to avoid death.

Instead of dodging, I went forward with instincts, born of submission.

Clearly he was shocked to see my response, which instantly disrupted the rhythm of his movements. Moreover, when my feet stomped, and landed right on his face.

I'm squealing. Falling to the ground due to loss of balance, after successfully dispelling the opponent's attack. It was all caused by an unbearable pain. It came from a knife that stuck it full in my thigh.

The sharp blade he put on, just before the bottom of my boots, traces his face.

I screamed at my right leg, and tried to pull out the knife that stuck there. It worked, but right then and there, Mashet jumped with another knife, which was about to be thrown at me again.

I rolled to the side. Escape from the knife. However, that does not mean I have survived, because the man continued to squeeze his body.

From above he was about to throw a knife back. I who was dead step, because of the sudden attack, with full of luck, managed to catch his thin hand that was holding the knife.

Sipap he blocked one of my hands that was also holding a knife, and pressed it on the ground, before I could pour it for a fight.

Under normal conditions, I believe I can easily reverse position. However, the large incision wound in the abdomen, which was getting open and shedding a lot of blood, left my strength drained a lot. Used to relieve pain.

The knife was getting closer and closer to hitting me. Drawn gravity, which aided the heavy pressure of the old Mashet. Seinci by a inch trimmed the distance. I want to write the end in my story.

The tip of the knife finally reached the skin of the forehead. Stinging like a bee prick, which also spread the cold shivering all over the body. Flavor of death-conducting metal.

Resign, stop!

Brak!